Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 316 The So-Called Stigma
"finally come."

In the northern Demon King's castle, after sensing that familiar aura approaching, Anna Lizard couldn't help but exclaim excitedly.

She had waited for far too long.

Waiting for that righteous hero to come and kill the villain.

Now it seems that Lord has finally found a way to deal with himself and the corrupt divine power within him.

She was quite happy.

"Send all the demons out. Don't leave any demons in the Demon King's Castle, including you," she casually said to the demons below.

"Your Majesty, what if that Lord comes knocking on our door?" His demon subordinate hesitated before speaking.

With the few remaining Seven Sages of the Demon King mostly on the front lines, the Demon King's Castle was already in a state of weakened strength, relying entirely on the barrier released by Lord Beze to maintain its defenses. Now, with all the mages being transferred away, who will protect His Majesty the Demon King's safety?
“You can’t stop him. Go, put some pressure on those humans and elves, and remind them of the fear the demons once instilled in them.”

Anna Liz waved her hand, clearly not wanting to waste any more time talking to this subordinate.

Seeing that His Majesty the Demon King had made up his mind, the demons had no choice but to retreat and head to the battlefield in batches, preparing to fight another great battle with the allied forces.

Meanwhile on the other side.

Lord and Celia arrived at the rear of the allied forces. A short distance further ahead, they reached the actual battlefield.

Moreover, Lord heard some good news along the way.

That is the unified empire of the south, oh no, it should be the southern states now, which have begun to send their respective armies to the northern battlefield.

Just as they had initially guessed, after losing the ambitious Leggett, the Southern Unified Empire collapsed unexpectedly quickly, and in almost no time, it once again split into many countries.

Thanks to Lord Lord's reputation and his previous actions in the capital, these nations suppressed their dissent and made the right choice: to send troops to the northern battlefield to fight against the demons, demonstrating their unwavering determination to resist the demons to the legendary hero, Lord Lord Lord, the god-slayer.

And this is exactly what Lord hoped to see.

"These guys are so slow. By the time they arrive, the war will probably be over by then," Celia said with some dissatisfaction after learning about the situation.

Although Lord thought the leaders of these countries were quick enough in making decisions, Celia thought they were too slow.

Now, he and Lord have arrived at the front lines of the northern battlefield and are about to carry out a decapitation strike to eliminate the Demon King, while the human army is still slowly making its way here.

"After all, it was their own initiative, and we wiped out their most elite troops, so it's inevitable that they'll be conflicted for a while." Lord seemed quite philosophical about it.

He originally thought these guys would have to keep pushing each other and fighting before they would calm down, but he didn't expect them to make a choice so quickly, which was a pleasant surprise.

It seems that humanity in this era has not forgotten where its greatest threat comes from.

“You actually spoke up for them?” Celia was a little unhappy with Lord’s answer. “Do you know that there are already rumors about you among the humans? Because you wiped out the vanguard of the Southern Unified Empire, some people are now calling you the executioner butcher.”

Celia clearly cares a lot about this.

In her view, everything Lord did was for the better development of humanity, both in the mythical era and now.

Even the vanguard legion was attacked first by the enemy, and Lord even gave them a warning, but in the end they still earned the reputation of being butchers.

This made Celia very unhappy. "Is that so? That's normal, after all, most people only look at the result and not the process, my accomplice, Miss Elf."

Lord was clearly referring to the fact that Celia also intervened when he used Divine Strike against the Vanguard Legion.

"Hmph!" Celia chuckled twice, her expression somewhat intriguing. "Unfortunately, this has nothing to do with me. The title of 'butcher' is only for you, Lord."

"This is truly a huge scapegoat for nothing."

Lord was helpless, but he had no intention of explaining himself to others.

Anyway, it's just the resentment of a small number of people, so it won't affect me much.

Just then, Celia changed the subject, "So, should we go straight to the Demon King's castle or lure the Demon King out?"

We already have a way to deal with that demon king; now we need to figure out where to seal him away.

Lord gazed at the distant horizon, the Demon King's castle obscured by the mountains. "Let's go straight there. That Demon King... seems to be waiting for us."

What he sensed was not a trap or a tense atmosphere, but a kind of relief-like anticipation.

It was as if the other party was also waiting for his arrival, which further confirmed some of his previous guesses.

“Waiting for us?” Celia raised an eyebrow. “Have you set a trap?”

Celia was unaware of Lord's speculations, and thus still viewed the Demon King with the utmost malice.

“You’ll know soon enough.” Lord didn’t give a definite answer. He turned to Seria and smiled, “But before we go, how about we get some rest for the night?”

Celia glanced at him and said, "Okay, but I want grilled mushroom skewers."

"Yes, my lady!"

Instead of entering the Allied forces' rear camp, the two rested in a relatively secluded forest.

Lord casually set up a protective barrier, then began searching for delicious mushrooms for the elf lady, while Celia gathered some dry shrubs and lit a small campfire.

As night deepened, the starry sky came into view.

Celia sat by the fire, hugging her knees, watching the man in front of her grill mushroom skewers for her; a faint aroma wafted around the campfire.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly whispered, "Butcher... that title really doesn't sound good."

She still cared in the end.

It wasn't that he cared about the world's opinion, but rather that Lord had to bear a stigma that he shouldn't have had to carry alone.

Lord was fiddling with the skewer of mushrooms in his hand when he heard this, he paused, then shook his head. "I didn't expect you to still be so hung up on this. A name is just a label, let them call it what they want. As long as..." He paused, looking earnestly at Celia, "the person I care about most understands me."

His gaze was so direct that Celia looked away somewhat awkwardly. "Well, of course I can understand you, after all, we're husband and wife."

At this point, Celia lowered her head and even lowered her voice.

(End of this chapter)